experimental music from Glasgow with Gameboys, saws and other pish

After such anticipation for the postman arriving today with a new accordion, the jubilation was dashed upon discovery of dodgy keys, which mean a trip to the post office to fire it back again to the returns people.

Before it got boxed up and put away, it managed to finish off a song in its dying breaths.

‘nice try Rousseau’ has been sitting about for a while looking.. waiting for something to complete it.